One by one the whole crew--four men and a cabin-boy--were hauled up out of death, borne off to the vicarage, and so pass out of our story.
Their fate does not concern us, for this reason--men with a narrow horizon and no wings must accept all apparent disproportions between cause and effect.

A railway collision has other results besides wrecking an ant-hill, but the wise ants do not pursue these in the Insurance Reports.

So it only concerns us that the destruction of the schooner led in time to a lovers' difference between Ruby and young Zeb--two young people of no eminence outside of these pages.

And, as a matter of fact, her crew had less to do with this than her cargo.
She had been expressly built by Messrs.

Taggs & Co., a London firm, in reality as a privateer (which explains her raking masts), but ostensibly for the Portugal trade; and was homeward bound from Lisbon to the Thames, with a cargo of red wine and chestnuts.